I wonder how many people have me all figured out. If all those people who see me realize that not every smile means that I’m happy, that not every tear can be explained even by myself, and that even when it looks like my life looks so planned out that I’m still in a state of being lost and confused.
Do my family, friends, or even strangers have me figured out yet? Can they see past that wall that I have created, the act that I’m playing out, and the mask that I have put on to see what I’m really hiding? Who else out there, other than myself, comes close to knowing how I feel, how I think, and what I believe in? Or will anyone ever completely figure me out?
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